Hairdresser

What a shame, what a shame, what a shameThe shape my hair is inIt’s way too humid, today, my head, it ain’t no friendIf I was seen out, I’d have me arrestedGimme, gimme, gimme my sweet hairdresser

Hairdresser, hairdresser

She’s hip to the latest bob,She give a good lather-jobShe don’t stand no messin’ aroundGimme, gimme, gimme my hairdresser this town

Hairdresser, hairdresserConk it up, conk me baby

I likes a wax, I likes a straightI don’t like the kind of hair you love to hateI can dig it dread, I can dig it buzzedI can dig a ‘do’ that does the fuzzGod, my hair it looks molestedGimme, gimme, gimme my sweet hairdresser